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I came from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee,
I’m g’wan to Louisiana,
My true love for to see,
It rained all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I frose to death;
Susanna don’t you cry.

Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me;
I’ve come from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph,
And trabbeled down de ribber,
De ‘lectric fluid magnified,
And killed five hundred nigger;
De bullgine buste, de horse run off,
I really thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
Susanna, don’t you cry.

Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me;
I’ve come from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream de odder night,
When ebery t’ing was still;
I thought I saw Susanna,
A-coming down de hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
Says I, “I’m coming from de South,
Susanna, dont you cry.”

Chorus:
Oh! Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me;
I’ve come from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee.

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna,
I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her,
Dis darkie’ll surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried,
Susanna, don’t you cry.

Chorus:

Oh!  Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me;
I’ve come from Alabama
Wid my banjo on my knee.

 

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sung by the 2nd South Carolina String band (2:49)

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Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er:
Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor, on the summer air. 

I long for Jeanie with the day-dawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die: –
Sighing like the wind and sobbing like the rain, –
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. 

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sung by Richard Crooks (3:41)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIYtHzP0sqk 

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There are a number of versions of the lyrics.

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